Looking closely at Summer flowers

My poem for today is by William Blake,(1757 - 1827) who I have often quoted in other posts. He was born in London, the son of an Irishman originally O'Neill. William Blake was a rather intense visionary and a mystic. W.B.Yeats (1865 -1939) was fascinated by him and edited  The Works of William Blake, (1893 ). Blake was considered to be rather strange by many of his contemporaries and some of his poetry to modern ears is a bit lofty and would have made me giggle if read out in class when I was at school but this one makes you really look closely at the flowers on A summer's day.

Thou perceivest the flowers put forth their precious
                                                             odours!
And none can tell how from so small a centre comes
                                                             such sweets,
Forgetting that within that centre eternity expands
Its ever during doors....
First e'er the morning breaks, joy opens in the flowery
                                                             bosoms,
Joy even to tears, which the sun rising dries, first the
                                                               wild thyme
And meadowsweet, downy and soft waving among
                                                                the reeds,
Light springing on the air lead the sweet dance they
                                                                wake
The honeysuckle sleeping on the oak. the flaunting
                 beauty revels along upon the wind.

It is easy to see why William Blake was enthralled by the centre of a flower

Hibiscus

Summer roses

Honeysuckle